rape from different views |
THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT RAPE Open your eyes to everything Open everything to your eyes Taste with your soul As your finger feel And look at a sight so beautifully foul For passion is beauty As beauty is passion And the act is beastly So the two in conspicuity converge. The girl is… how old did you say? The man in the body of a boy trembles. Two, there is a harsh wind And the flowers must be blown down Before the flurry, stingy insects fertilize them The fruit harvest will be low And temporarily, the ground a beauty show. Three, we see from this point The glassy anguish, souls in basement loitering Minds devoid of purpose diving And imps denied of minds and beauty Taking chance and fast. Four her face glitter in a sweet sparkle Her lips are full and soft Her eyes are all aglow Her thighs uncovered like her mother’s Like the television’s star’s Like the albino apes’ Like the virile female serpent’s He licks the lower lip As the penis’ head give a tip And the pulse increase And oh! She teases and teases and teases And minds void of purpose Beauty exposed to blind imps He rises. Five it sure will rain Look at the granny and her pain She remembers it, if nothing else It is like knives in her fermenting mind Red white hot scarring tearing And the healing, the healing She remembers the stench, an alien oduor She remembers the sweat, the huge droplets Piercing his forehead like huge thorns She remembers the breath, the scared face The young boy’s uncomprehending countenance She remembers the vacuous pleasure She sees the boy’s eyes wide open His helplessness as she pinned her down Her thighs across his frail body Like elephant’s tracks. How old was she? She remember when she left him An hour she stared at the grey roof Even when the penis went limp And she had wiped the innocent fluid And as she remembers She grins at the photo of the child that was conceived. Now long dead Six at last it is six And papa will be here And with him. What? SEVEN it was reported That the drizzle had swept off The bodies for it was a sloppy land But seventeen bodies were counted Private parts defiled. Eight they said with smiles That all would be well The cold would not reach the room And the dogs outside crooning And the beds were warm But the parents said: “Well, they are all kids, really” But later….well Abortions had to be procured And everybody was made to know And two suicides later- Bodies discovered in the boreholes And others hanging by thin nylon threads in pit latrines And mathare hospital and priesthood…. Nine and it was over The so sweat, well- prepared supper was over And grandfather had made it, smiling all along Saying that cooking was his life Joking like an intelligent dog Starring the soup and smiling at her And calling her “mother” And she though it was a nightmare He was pushing, holding her mouth with his hand Almost biting off her young breasts Pushing! Pushing! Pushing! The blood gushing out in a torrent And the breathing so loud, so loud And there was of cause a death Yet memory can not die For that which does not live is not mortal Is it then immortal? And the lamp all along swinging and…. Ten and then they said: “These boys need only sausages” “We won’t ever have to smile at filthy men” The boys- minds and beauty there Were tied But the penises always stood Like a dog salivating on seeing poisoned meat And they cooed and shrilled And went to business later For they were successful businesspersons But the penises always shot up Like dogs salivating on seeing poisoned meat Eleven The maize plants were tall They had given birth to three a piece And beans plants used them for support And they shared nitrogen Twelve. The sun never rose It went down in history For one mind is as many And many minds is as one There was grease There were scissors There was a mighty sword There were bottles There was a sheet of paper with writings There was a dark liquid There was a rape And the benevolent spirit said: “I made you whole and wholesome And on the thirteen day I devour you” Thirteen. |